Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Coleen was fuming, the kind of fuming that made her want to grab the nearest pillow and scream into it. One moment she was all calm and collected, and the next, she was storming back into the hospital room, demanding to speak with her so-called best friend's

significant other. "Chad, get out here right now!"

Her son, who couldn't hide his smirk, got an earful. "Go on, your highness is throwing a fit again, calling you out by name."

Chad stood from his chair and ventured out into the hallway.

There, Jade's face was as red as a ripe tomato. "Mia never said that, you liar!"

Chad shrugged. "Oh, is that so? Guess I'm getting old and my memory's betraying me."

"Chad!" Jade was grinding her teeth so hard she could've turned a lollipop into dust.

Back at Maplewood Estates, Andre, who had just tucked his son into bed, braced himself for Mia's tirade.

"You lied, Andre! Molly never told you any of those things about me!"

their sleeping son, Henry, who started sobbing from the

and shot Andre a glare that could freeze lava. "You're such a despicable, dirty, conniving weasel. You're sleeping alone

peace was on the horizon, the men's foolishness had pushed their women

christening party. "Mia, have you sorted

up for pause. "Dad, one thing at a time,

help but feel a sting of worry. "You mean to tell me you haven't arranged any of

with her husband due to their spat, and he hadn't

easier things would have been if she'd stayed at home for the confinement period. As he held his sleeping grandson, he indulged in the satisfaction of seeing his good genes at work in the little one's cherubic face. Around seven,

with his son's family, Hansen left, and Mia, with an extra billion on her card, begrudgingly returned

couple leaned against the headboard,

said, "Give me that list, and

I've got this. You're swamped with work and dealing with me.

of duty, Andre conceded to some of her plans but insisted on handling others, like the security

for her capable husband, suggested she